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“Not someone like you,” I replied. To be honest, I had no idea what my type was. I guess if I had to explain it to someone, I preferred someone stable, calm, intelligent, and not someone who just wanted to sleep with me and then walk away.
He laughed. “Not someone like me.” I saw him nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Yeah, you do that, I thought to myself. His hand was rubbing circles on Devon’s back, and Devon stopped wiggling and grew quiet. I forced myself to focus on what I was doing and glanced to my side after a few minutes. Both Devon and Trevor seemed to have slipped off to sleep.
I couldn’t see Devon’s face, but his back rose and fell steadily. My attention went to the man holding him, and I found myself mesmerized by the strong arms wrapped around the child. He had long, thin fingers, and my gaze traveled up his arms to his biceps, which were not bulging, but nicely toned and strong. His shoulders were broad, but not football-player wide, and his neck wasn’t as thick and beefy as some men I knew. His lips were parted slightly, and his features looked relaxed for the first time since I’d met him.
I could definitely see what Carol had seen in him. He was very masculine and extremely attractive. His eyes popped open and latched on to mine. “Yes?”
I startled and quickly looked away. “Nothing, I thought you were sleeping.”
He chuckled slightly. “And you thought it was safe to check me out.”
“I was not checking you out.”
“Yes, you were.”
I turned to him. “Just because I was looking at you doesn’t mean I was checking you out, Trevor. I was making sure that Devon was sleeping and that you looked comfortable and wouldn’t drop him.”
He grinned and closed his eyes. “Yeah, if you say so.”
“How did you know that I was looking at you anyway?”
“Instinct. I’m pretty good at that. I could feel you staring at me.”
“You could not,” I muttered.
“Oh, yes, I could. You were staring at me so hard; I could feel it.”
My brows popped; how the hell did you feel someone looking at you? “Whatever.”
I went back to my work, and a few moments later, something made me turn my gaze back to him. He was staring at me now. “What?”
“Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” I asked softly as Devon shifted.
“Feel me staring at you?”
“No.”
“Then why did you suddenly look at me?”
I frowned. “I don’t know.”
“Because deep down inside, you knew someone was staring at you. It’s instinct, and while you might be working, your other senses are keeping tabs on what’s around you.”
I frowned deeper as I turned to stare at him. “Do you make this shit up as you go?”
He began to chuckle, and Devon wiggled again. “No, I’m not making this stuff up. It’s what makes me good at my job.”
“Yeah, if you say so. What makes me good at my job is being able to focus on it and get it done.”
“Then get to work.”
“You can probably lay him down in his bed now.”
“You think he’ll let me?”
